Where is you heart?
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Rabbe Zidni Illma
Mahzala
فَتَبَارَكَ اللَّهُ أَحْسَنُ الْخَالِقِينَ
And would you mind sharing the poem?
The more I write, the more I discover my incompetence ... and this was many years ago.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
Once untainted, with naive aspirations, longing to break free
Only to savour the charms and glamour in a feral spree.
Its lens now murky, and a victorious magnetizer of profitless lust,
Unaware its sweetness is brief, but indisputably returns to dust.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
You were quick to thrust yourself into the race of acquiring wealth.
Little thought did you give to its sources, often made through stealth.
Your pleasures unabated, work and pride atop a satin sleeve,
Naivety was dripping delusions, to reach your kind, to so deceive.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
Exhausted were your days, depleted in amusement and fantasy.
Fortune, riches and bliss were the foundation of your odyssey.
Hypnotized by the momentary ecstasy of what you blindly achieved
You overlooked the eternal abode; one you seldom perceived.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
Selfishness and pride you thought were not your common practice,
To live your game of fame, you were convinced would suffice.
In times of need, you took favours from foreign glassmakers
Or took refuge with the mystics and colourful drapers.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
When He told you to create a place in the realm of love
You turned away, and didn’t once consider the abode above.
For a name in adversity, you bartered your selfhood
Among the western artisans, you butchered your brotherhood.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
When you witnessed the loss of lives, a state so painful and hurt
You were quick to forget, that you too, would return to dirt.
Hit by reality, by misery so deep, they began to scream,
You were deaf and blind, deluded in your own dream.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
Once untainted, who would have anticipated a state so weak,
To reach its destiny, handing out illusions, a state so bleak.
Ya Ibaadi, you stand alone, destitute, with no one to intercede
For your squander and foolishness, you desire a power to supersede.
O Worshipper! Where was your heart?
©MR 2010